Page 138 of Stealing the Bride
Are Tony’s cheeks turning red? It’s sort of cute because he seems very…intense and focused normally. “If I don’t take care of my wife, who will?” he says. Awww.
“I agree one hundred percent,” Joe says, putting an arm around Curie and pulling her closer.
Tony nods. Mr. Vindicated. “Exactly.”
Court takes my hand. “Wanna go dance?”
“Yup.”
“Me too!” Yuna stands, then tugs at Edgar. “Come on.”
“Me?”
“I can’t dance alone.”
His face scrunches. He’s definitely going to say no. Poor Yuna…
But he rises to his feet with a long, heaving sigh. “All right, fine. Let’s go.”
“He’s really accommodating,” I say to Court.
“He lost a game of Go Fish to Yuna before coming here. They bet that the loser would have to do whatever the winner wanted tonight…within reason.”
We reach the dance floor. I sway for a bit to the pounding beat, then let my body do what it wants to the rhythm. Court is close to me, his large, hard frame moving with the music and me.
Just a small brush against my arm…then my chest…then he’s standing behind me, his hands on my hips. Blood runs hotter and faster in my veins, lust throbbing through me.
One song becomes two. Then three. His breath fans my ear. I shiver, every square inch of my skin prickling and responding to his nearness.
And I’m already wet.
I link my hands behind his neck, pulling our bodies even closer. My eyes on his, I kiss him, just a small, quick flick of my tongue. The need inside me kicks up a notch.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says.
“Yeah?” I smile.
“Need someplace more private, don’t you agree?”
His erection presses against my belly, and my knees are growing weaker. “Yes.”
He links his fingers with mine, then tugs. I follow him, laughing breathlessly like a teenager about to do something unspeakably naughty.
As we go past Yuna and Edgar, who are still dancing, Yuna gives me a huge wink. My cheeks flame, but I don’t care that much. It isn’t like she doesn’t know we’re an item.
Court leads me past familiar city blocks until we reach the Aylster Hotel. I grin hugely. “Again?”
“Of course. It’s our lucky place.”
“Totally.” Where we had our first time. And where we reaffirmed our love for each other at the auction.
He doesn’t stop by the front desk, though. He whisks me straight to the waiting elevator. He hits the close button repeatedly until the double doors close with nobody but us inside.
“You already have a room?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm. The same suite we had last time.”
Damn. That’s perfect. “Confident, aren’t you?”
